Overheard last week: “Of all the things I love, I hate CrossFit the most.”
Full disclosure- I am the one who said it… and I say it quite often, and I think the phrase in my mind even more frequently. Please allow me to over explain:
We KNOW that our training regimen works… we record scores, repeat workouts, lift heavy and have data that supports the notion that improvement across all measurable domains move in the “right” direction. Faster times, heavier loads, AND usually accompanied by better mobility, and other positive changes in life- less measurable but certainly tangible. I love CrossFit.
It cannot successfully be argued, by any stretch of the imagination, that it is easy. The struggle and the improvement go hand in hand. And while I always feel great AFTER the workout is over- though sometimes that does take some time… I often feel the depths of despair at some point DURING the workout. This is so painful and such a fight, I hate CrossFit.
Does that sound familiar to anyone?
So I love it… and I teach it, preach it, have belief in it, AND also know that it works. And oh, man… in the middle of 150 wall ball shots, 150 cal row, and 150 sit-ups, there are times when I hate it more than anything that I love so much!
Wednesday’s WOD at 6, 7, 9am and again at 4 and 6pm
Post heaviest 3 rep set
No dropping today, but not necessary to “touch and go”
Compare to Oct 31, 2018- 3 rep, for volume, April 27 2018 3 rep max day.